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I wish I could indent my paragraphs. Oh well, hey! So this will serve as a sort of introduction to the blog you're—presumably—reading. Though explaining my purpose somewhat opposes the lifestyle I've been trying to lead, which is this: my purpose should manifest through action, not my words. No big deal, I'll forgive myself.

Right now I'm listening through "Veckatimest" by Grizzly Bear. I forgot who recommended and sent this album to me, it's kind of folksy.

This blog is the product of my reset button obsession. I constantly want to start all over, I'll blame all the video games I used to play. It's also a continued practice in writing (typing) for me. I'll try to post monthly updates on the life and times of me, however boring. I'll post sundry creative bits here as well. Lately I've had issues with self-monitoring; I want everyone to know everything about me but I'm coming to realize the conflicts and issues inherent in sharing absolutely everything. So I can't be a completely open book all the time. Hopefully with the use of euphemisms and lies we'll all reach a good compromise of how much the general public can tolerate me. Mostly I just want to have an extensive forum filled with distractions, and all the insipid shit I care about. That about covers what I'm trying to do here.

Holy shinfo! An explanation of what I mean by the title and URL.

I'll start with the title, blue whales are greater than white whales. Literally, blue whales are larger than white whales. A White Whale is also an idiom for something obsessively pursued but never caught. This idiom is a reference to the novel "Moby-Dick, or the Whale" by Herman Mellville, which I happen to be reading right now. In the book Captain Ahab is out to get the sperm whale, Moby-Dick, who got his leg. My Great White Whale usually comes in the form of a Jane Doe. Yet another expression, Jane Doe is a companion that doesn't exist, she's intangible, a dream girl, nevertheless I've desperately pursued her. Hopefully you get the idea. Ok, now back to the blue whales. The blue whale is the largest animal known to have ever existed, they are also closer to extinction than sperm whales. It's actually all a lot of shinfo I use to bolster my prejudice. I just like blue whales. Also there's a connotation I get from each of their colors. Since Melville explained the color white so in-depth in his novel I'll only cover blue. Blue, to me, is a sad and soulful color (see The Blues). The blue whale keeps the mystique of whales, but evokes no association to compulsions and monomania.


Serene. See?

Now onto my URL, blue whale fishing. Baring what else I've said in mind it's pretty simple. I'm fishing for the biggest fish (whale) in the sea, knowing well I won't catch it. For starters I'm not even whaling, I'm fishing. Fishing is much more relaxed. I mean to convey an image you'd see in a Norman Rockwell painting. Like the one I included! Except I prefer the one titled "Man on Dock Fishing" but I couldn't use that one without wasting someone else's bandwidth, or violating some copyright issue. Sitting on the edge of a dock, just watching the water. There is more to this implicit idea, but I'll leave the rest unsaid. It's a simple paradigm I like to project myself into; one of the two views I often ascribe to my life. Despite all this talk, I'd like to clarify that I'm actually not too keen on fishing these days.

This has been fun. It reminds me of old MySpace blogs I used to post. I stole the introductory idea from this blog, kudos to that unknowing acquaintance of mine.